Restless Gambler Jjk Novels & Stories

I’m supposed to be picking the right fighter, making sure his hundred grand doesn’t burn—but Knox’s hands are dragging my focus everywhere but the screen. My body is arching, greedy for more. His mouth presses heat into the skin just below my ear, and I can't think anymore. I just act. My finger taps Goliath—the thicker of the two men in the ring—just as his image flashes again. A second later, the screen blinks. Bet placed. Knox just gambled away six figures. Rich people are weird. I would comment on that any other day, but right now, my core is pulsing with a need I don’t know how to contain.

I jolted in surprise and quickly declined. "Mrs. Blackwell, I really can't—" "Call me Ava! Why not? You're the lady of this household in the future. The whole Blackwell Corporation will be yours! A mere card is nothing!" Her words struck me like lightning. The Langston brothers used to say things like that, too. Back when they first made bank, they opened a bank account just for me and transferred funds into it, saying we'd share everything from then on. It wasn't a huge sum, but I was overjoyed. I even started depositing my own paycheck into that account.

"Surprise, sweetie. I came back early. I'll be there in five minutes." It was Papa. He had been worried about my safety and had modified my phone with a tracker. … Back in the private room, Julian's gambling continued. From the moment I was taken away, his luck plummeted. Either he was dealt abysmal hands, or his opponents landed perfect ones. In barely ten minutes, not only did he fail to win back the territory in the east of the city, but he also lost several of his most critical docks. Milena hovered anxiously at his side, trying to comfort him. "Julian, don't panic. Luck always turns around eventually."

They saw how that ‘little rat’ lured the aristocrat to bet on everything he had and then in the end flipped the game with his win. “Aigoo, yeaaah, how much it is,” the perverted gambler gasped in his drunken voice and gathered the money and a paper. After that, he lost half of his money in later rounds, but still, everyone liked playing with him. When they both exited, General Jun got up, “Let’s follow.” “General, again?” Jiang got annoyed. They noticed his drunken steps getting steadier and he was going to a certain faraway corner. He took some food on the way.

JK throws his phone against the wall, being crazy, which makes Rosalia flinch. "It's not true! Someone is intentionally framing me! Please, JK, believe me." JK slaps her tightly, which makes her face tilt aside. "Why? Why did you do that?" "Please believe me for once." "You're saying I should believe you after all of the proofs? I would forgive you if you killed me, but you killed my heart, my trust, and everything! Now you will suffer. I'll make you regret every single second. I'll kill all of your happiness, and you'll forget to smile. However, don't worry; I won't kill you totally, but I'll kill you every single moment! You'll beg for your death, but I'll not give you death. I'm Jacob Kyl

Maddie wasn’t sure, but the image she had created of the cold, dark brute was wavering at his persistent good deeds. Her musings were interrupted when Joe came over and offered her a hug and a free drink. She was about to refuse when a line of grumpy wolves swamped on Joe to hand him their money. By the gleam in the barkeep’s eyes and the glares thrown her way by others, she could tell they had been gambling on her success in the speed trial. She threw her head back, laughter spilling from her lips. Though he had known her since she was a pup, that was a risky gamble, even for Joe. If she was a gambling woman, even she wouldn’t have bet on herself to pass to the next round. Joe threw Jess a

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Before I left, I looked straight into her eyes and said, word by word, "I was the person in the photo. I won the lottery. $30 million. Kellan didn’t lie." Her previously lifeless gaze snapped into focus. She stared at me as if she wanted to devour me whole. "Zara Nightfall! You won’t die a natural death! I’ll kill you! You will go to hell!" I smiled at her. "No. You're the one who will go to hell. As for me, I’ll live comfortably for the rest of my life." I watched her grind her teeth in fury as I slowly walked out of the detention center. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and my future was wide open.

The elevator doors open, and we are greeted by a security guard as he steps in our path, effectively blocking our way. “Minimum ten thousand dollar bets on this floor,” he announces coldly. “Yes, of course.” Stace smiles casually as if it’s lunch money. Shit, ten thousand dollars. That’s exuberant. I better get this right or we could drop fifty grand in five minutes. I will be doing the gambling tonight while Stace tries to find Wesley Snipes. I still can’t believe this guy actually calls himself that. It’s kind of ridiculous, if you ask me.

"What do you mean?" "She's been lacing your food with spermicide. It's enough to make you sterile forever." He leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "She had it all planned out. Once you become sterile, she'll have enough reason to divorce you and take your money. Then, she'll marry me." So that was it. That was why we could never have our own children! Fury pulsed through my veins, filling my body with enough strength to stand back up. I slammed my palm right into Christopher's cheek. "You bastards!"